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DOW MEDICAL COLLEGE CLASS OF 1985

JANUARY 2013

EDITORS

SALEEM ABUBAKAR KHANANI

SAMINA KHAN


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It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the

age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was theseason of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the

winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all

going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way. CHARLES DICKENS

The year 2012 is gone and 2013 has set in. As we reflect on the past year our feeling may not be

different from those of Charles Dickens when he penned down the opening lines of one of his

novels A Tale of Two Cities. How can we describe the way the world changed in the past year,

twelve months and three hundred and sixty five days?

We can turn the clock back and move forward frame by frame analyzing the events in real time

as they unfold while putting on our own glasses. Or we can choose one event that we consider

as the best thing, and one event as the worst thing that happened in the past one year. The next

step would be to capitalize on the best, and to try and prevent the worst from happening again.

While we do this individually or discuss it collectively, lets ponderover this short chapter from

the Holy Quran.

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By (the token of) Time (through the ages)

Verily Man is in loss

Except such as have Faith, and do righteous

deeds, and (join together) in the mutual

teaching of Truth, and of Patience and

Constancy.
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THE WAY WE WERE

REMEMBERING ISHAQUE BAWA DECEMBER 10


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WORDS OF WISDOM


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BY IZHAR KHAN FRCP

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In his seminal work, In Search of Lost Time, the French author Marcel Proust introduces the

concept of involuntary memory (fench souvenaire involontaire). Dipping a madeleine (a

traditional small French cake) in a cup of tea awakens Prousts memories of childhood in

Combray. Such arousal of suppressed memories by otherwise mundane and inconsequential

acts is termed involuntary memory. The event unlocks ones past and unleashes a flood ofnostalgic memory hitherto hidden within deep recesses of ones mind.

I had one such experience recently when I was invited to examine for the Royal Colleges in

Dubai. I had been in Dubai once before and did not particularly enjoy the experience. For me

Dubai was a gigantic temple to consumerism where material wealth and its acquisition and

display seemed to be the main pursuit of its inhabitants, and any cultural experience which one

might desire was as scarce as rain in the emirates harsh and desiccated climate. I once

remarked to a local examiner that Dubai had hardly any antiquarian bookshops, to which she

casually replied, People in Dubai are not much inclined to read.

We were put up in a luxurious hotel with enough stars to its name to make a constellation. I was

checked in by a pleasant well-mannered young man from Rawalpindi with whom I exchanged

our feelings of despair at the parlous state of our country, and who upgraded me to an even

superior room.

After the first nights dining in the hotels nice but unoriginal Italian restaurant, I wanted to

experience the ethnic Dubai cuisine. So the next night I left my fellow examiners to dine in yet

another European restaurant and took off to explore the real Dubai. Leaving the air-

conditioned lobby of the hotel I suddenly found myself in the hot, oppressive outdoors,

reminiscent of summer evenings in Karachi. I crossed the multi-lane motorway and soon found

myself in a bustling old part of town where most people spoke Urdu or Punjabi. So where were

the indigenous folk? I felt like I had been transported back in time to Sadar or Burns Road. I lost

myself in the narrow alleys and streets with neon lighted shop fronts, where Pakistanis, Iranians

and traders from many other nations were selling their wares. Many of the shops specialised in

niche electronic goods. Some sold only iPhone covers or electrical gadgets for cars. Mobile


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phone shops seemed to be the order of the day. Others sold electrical plugs and computer

cables.

The heat was oppressive and I was feeling quite thirsty and peckish. Soon I spotted a neon lit

sign Karachi Darbar Restaurant. The place was a hive of activity and following the old adage

for choosing restaurants when abroad- if the locals are dining in it the food must be good- I

stepped in. The manager, a rubicund corpulent man, was seated behind a counter next to the

door. Behind him were displayed gulaab jamuns, barfi, kheer, halwa and other mouth-watering

Pakistani desserts. The downstairs dining hall was full and waiters carrying steaming plates of

food were scurrying about like busy bees. I proceeded upstairs to the family room which was

quieter and with better air-conditioning. It was dimly but sufficiently lit and appeared clean.

There were around six tables and a few ladies and gentlemen were dining. A young man showed

me to my table. He spoke good Urdu, although he was Bengali. He soon brought me a menu. I

wanted to eat a proper Pakistani meal. Having lived in Scotland for twenty six years (I had been

back to Pakistan only twice) I felt this was the next best thing to being in Sabris or the Delhi

Muslim Restaurant at Lighthouse. Although the British love Indian food, the stuff you get in

British Indian restaurants bears little resemblance to real Indo-Pak street cuisine. So I took my

time perusing the menu. Bhindi Gosht, Chicken jalfrezi, Aloo Keema, Nihari, Daal, Biryanis of all

sorts, I was in food heaven. And then right at the end of the menu under Evening Specials, I

could hardly believe my eyes. Here was the object of my desire which led to a surge of Pavlovian

juices whetting my appetite. I had found manna. Maghaz Masala!

Without a moments hesitation I ordered the dish with freshly baked tandoori naan. The five

minute wait before this heavenly delight arrived at my table seemed like an eternity. The waiterplaced the aluminium bowl with the maghaz masala along with a platter of hot tandoori naan

on my table. In a small plate accompanying my dish were green chillies, lemon and parsley. It

had been a wait of twenty six years. The health and safety mafia had put paid to sale of sheeps

brain in Scotland many years ago for fear of prion disease and dementia. Since the age of five

years my mother had fed me the stuff on a regular basis and so far the only signs of dementia

are when I misplace my reading glasses or my golf glove.

Here I was, on a sultry Dubai evening, breaking bread, the hot fresh naan, with a scent straight

from tandoori heaven carried along the steam emanating from the freshly baked wonder. I took

my first morsel of naan and maghaz, cooked in herbs, spices, tomato and onions along with a

bite of the strong green chilli.

And that my friends, was my madeleine moment. The taste of maghaz can best be described

as subtle, soft, not overpowering, but so satisfying; a bit like the consistency of a perfectly

cooked half boiled egg, but with a hint of spices and tomato. I closed my eyes and was

transported back in time. In my reverie I was in the canteen in Civil Hospital, opposite boys


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Hostel Four with my mates Farrukh Hashmi, Qamar Abba, Munir and Asrar. We had been

canvassing for our party and were tired and hungry. I order maghaz with a fried egg on top and

naan and we are all content. Remember the hot afternoons having lunch with ice-cold bottled

Coke? For about an hour at the Karachi Darbar in Dubai I reminisced about my Dow days. A

flood of memories that had hitherto lain hidden in the deep remoteness of my mind wasreleased by my delicious Maghaz masala and tandoori naan meal. That first lecture by Professor

Waheed, Dr Shakirs mysterious biochemistry lectures and Shabuddins stern yet helpful control

of the dissection hall. The snack corner and the place under the bunyan tree. The departing fleet

of college buses at the end of the day. The political canvassing and arguments, the tolerance

and the intolerance of colleagues. The dusk chorus of birds among the trees in the space

between Medical 4 and Orthopaedics. A veritable kaleidoscope of memories was evoked as I

enjoyed my beloved maghaz masala.

That evening I re-lived my Dow days, thanks to the chance discovery of my favourite dish in a

Dubai restaurant in a street whose name I cannot recall.

The next morning at breakfast, tucking into his bowl of cereal, a fellow examiner asked me

where I went for my meal last night. With a smile of satisfaction on my face I replied Karachi,

and I was so right too.

Izhar with his favourite dishes


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RECENT VISITORS TO KARACHI

ARIF HUSSAIN AND ZEBA HAFEEZ WITH FRIENDS


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A JAMES BOND IN THE MAKING

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Saleem Khanani

Its a beautiful concept but almost equally misunderstood by an average Muslim.

Lets look at what Rumi and Iqbal have to say about itRumi says:

If you are putting trust in God, put trust in Him as regards your work. Sow the seed andthen reply upon the Almighty.

Yes he said but if trust in God is the true guide, yet the use of the means too is theProphet's Sunnah.The Prophet said in a loud voice, "While trusting in God first tie the knees of your

camel".Listen to the secret that the one who works for his livelihood is Allah's beloved.Do not ignore the means because of trust.Iqbal also does not endorse the claims of indeterminism. He believes man to beoutwardly determined and inwardly free.He says:

What should I say about its characterOutwardly it is determined, inwardly it is freeSuch is the saying of the Lord of BadrThat faith lies between determinism and indeterminism
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Farrukh Hashmi

River Ravi and D-85.

TWO DISTINGUISHED GENTLEMAN: FARRUKH HASHMI AND AMJAD ALI

BEFORE AND AFTER THEIR MARRIAGE

PLEASE PAY ATTENTION TO THE IMAGE BEHIND THE PHOTO ON THE LEFT, AND THEN ON THE RIGHT.

FREEDOM OF THOUGHT AND IMAGINATION WAS RAMPANT BEFORE MARRIAGE.

THE DOOR IS CLOSED AFTERWARDS
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Saleem KhananiSamira 's answer toFarrukh Hashmi's comments withapology to Momin khan Momin

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NADEEM ZAFAR

MY STRENGTH, DYNAMISM AND ENERGY COME FROM MY FAMILY!

The moderator of Dow 85, past chairman of Endow, associate professorof Pathology, political activist and, above all, a family man and a friend,

is seen here with his better half Dr. Seema Abbasi and son Inam.A MESSAGE FROM NADEEM ZAFAR

Alhamdolillah, I have been elected secretary to the Board of Directors at Midsouth Food Bank. Why that

is special- the first Muslim American to be a part of this board and did not have to lobby or convey an

interest even in passing. I also owe it to my team members at Halal Food Pantry at Masjid Al Mu'minun.

Their work ethic and their enthusiasm for their work and their love and respect for the food-insecure has

been noted and has conveyed this impression to the folks at the food bank that Muslims are genuinely

hard-working and caring folks and genuinely care for all, not just Muslims themselves.

It pays to work for the benefit of the greater good of the community at large. The community at large is

our community and will shape our lives and that of our children and grandchildren,

We can either shape our future or be marginalized as irrelevant. The choice is entirely ours.


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A MAN OF MANY TALENTS, KAZI SALAHUDDIN

SALAHUDDIN SNAPS HIMSELF WHILE OTHERS ENJOY HIS TALENTS

SALAHUDDIN CASTING HIS SPELL ON WAMIQUE AND MUSLIM JAMI


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DOW 85 IS EVERYWHERE

Progressive Panel for PMA BiennialElections Quetta

SHARED BY SAMRINA HASHMI.

The Progressive Panel for Change in Politics of Doctors . To bring NewLeadership to the front, so that Doctors can be united on an activeplatform. The strong platform will fight for Doctors' community, their

problems and their rights.

Cochlear Implant in Dow University of Health SciencesFor the 1st time in history of Public sector Hospitals , the cochlear Implant Surgery for deaf has started. It is free;

otherwise it costs $25000. Prof Umar Farooq (FCPS, FRCS) , was trained in UK, last year, for this. This is highly

appreciable . Those who need help should contact ENT Unit 2 ,CHK , or Prof Umar Farooq Pro VC, DUHS.

Philanthropists are requested to come forward and donate generously to maintain the project.


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SHARED BY SAM KHAN

AWESOME REPLY BY AIR HOSTESSREAD IT - SHARE IT

This happened on TAM airlines.

A 50-something year old white woman arrived at her seat and saw that the passengernext to her was a black man.

Visibly furious, she called the air hostess.

"What's the problem, mam?" the hostess asked her

"Can't you see?" the lady said - "I was given a seat next to a black man. I can't seathere next to him. You have to change my seat"

- "Please, calm down, mam" - said the hostess"Unfortunately, all the seats are occupied, but I'm still going to check if we have any."

The hostess left and returned some minutes later.

"Madam, as I told you, there isn't any empty seat in this class- economy class.But I spoke to the captain and he confirmed that there isn't any empty seats in theeconomy class. We only have seats in the first class."

And before the woman said anything, the hostess continued

"Look, it is unusual for our company to allow a passenger from the economy classchange to the first class.However, given the circumstances, the commandant thinks that it would be a scandalto make a passenger travel sat next to an unpleasant person."

And turning to the black man, the hostess said:

"Which means, Sir, if you would be so nice to pack your handbag, we have reservedyou a seat in the first class..."

And all the passengers nearby, who were shocked to see the scene started applauding,some standing on their feet."


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NADEEM ZAFAR

SELF DISCOVERY THROUGH ECSTASY

In that rare moment of ecstasy

I came to know who I am

A hundred suns revolve in me

I am who I am!

(Saleem A Khanani)


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ON COMPLETING HIS TERM, THE FIRST IN THE HISTORY OF PAKISTAN


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EDITORS CHOICE

FROM WILLIAM SHAKESPEAREA SONNET

When I do count the clock that tells the time,

And see the brave day sunk in hideous night;When I behold the violet past prime,And sable curls, all silvered o'er with white;When lofty trees I see barren of leaves,Which erst from heat did canopy the herd,And summer's green all girded up in sheaves,Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard,Then of thy beauty do I question make,That thou among the wastes of time must go,Since sweets and beauties do themselves forsakeAnd die as fast as they see others grow;And nothing 'gainst Time's scythe can makedefence

Save breed, to brave him when he takes theehence.

Allama Iqbals tribute to William Shakespeare on his 300th anniversary in 1916

The flowing river mirrors the red glow of dawn,

The quiet of the evening mirrors the evening

song,

The rose-leaf mirrors springs beautiful cheek;

The chamber of the cup mirrors the beauty of

the wine;

Beauty mirrors Truth, the heart mirrors Beauty;The beauty of your speech mirrors the heart of

human being.

Life finds perfection in your sky-soaring

thought;

Was your luminous nature the goal of

existence?

When the eye wished to see you, and looked,

It saw the sun hidden in its own brilliance.

You were hidden from the eyes of the world,

But with your own eyes you saw the world

exposed and bare.

Nature guards its mysteries so jealously,

It will never again create one who knows so

many secrets. Mustansir Mir
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A VISIT TO KARACHIFAYYAZ SHAIKH, INAYAT ALI KHAN AND SALMAN HAROON

A TRAVELOG BY FAYYAZ AHMAD SHAIKH FRCP

VISIT TO PAKISTAN DECEMBER 22 - 31 2012

As in the previous year, I visited Karachi during the recent winter vacations. My

principal aim was to see through a joint meeting of the Pakistan Headache Society

with the British Association for the Study of Headache (BASH), the first meeting of

its kind in Karachi. I had a vision for a long time that once I become the chair of

the BASH, I will bring this prestigious event to the home country.

On the 24th

of December I was invited to deliver a lecture on the recent advances

in migraine at the Dow University of Health Sciences (DUHS). Our D85 pro-vice

chancellor Dr Umar Farooq was the man behind this, and the hospitality I received

was excellent. I was treated with the famous Dow Canteen Samosas with chutney

that reminded me of the old college days. I met Asifa Aslam now Asifa Hussein

(my group mate) after 26 years. I didnt feel that we had not seen each other for

2.5 decades. I was taken to a tour of the recent developments in the education

centre. The state of the art technology with video conferencing, electronic library

and simulation theatre and lab was better than I have seen in many western

organisations. Professor Hameed and Umar Farooq deserve all the credit for their

initiative.

On the 27th

December the top docs of D85 in Karachi warmly welcomed me with

Inayat (Lamba) and Salman Haroon (CR). Intikhab, Jameel, Shahab Baig, Samrina,

Samina, Sonia, Shehnaz, Shaheena, Jamal Raza, Afzal, Umar Farooq and Hanif

Khatri were present. Umar Daraz Khan (D86) made his surprise entry andprovided free copies of a book written by his mother before the launch date of 2

nd

January 2013.

On the 28th

December we had the joint meeting at the Pearl Continental Hotel

where British and Pakistani migraine experts delivered their research papers and


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lectures providing updates on the recent advances in the field of headaches and

migraine. The delegates were invited at the Governor House on the same evening

for a reception.

On the 29th

December I visited the house of Professor Mohammad Akram (late)and met Madam Salma Akram. Since she lost her husband, she had lost the lustre

that I had seen over the years and she looked much different than I had seen her

just a year ago when Prof Akram was alive. I conveyed the condolence on behalf

of the entire D85.

SOME PHOTOS FROM THE RECEPT TRIP

AFZAL SYED, FAYYAZ SHAIKH, SAM KHAN, SONIA POSHNI,

INAYAT ALI KHAN, SAMRINA HASHMI, SHAHEENA SALEH AND

MRS. FAYYAZ SHAIKH


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FAYYAZ SHAIKH WITH ASIFA AND UMAR FAROOQ


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INTEKHAB, SALMAN, UMAR FAROOQ, FAYYAZ, HANIF KHATRI,SHAHAB AFZAL BAIG, UMAR DARAZ, INAYAT ALI KHAN

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